Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.